Wednesday, March 11

You will forget that dim

You will forget that dim
memory of
those green leaves of trees
the ones
that sat out in the back
blue from snow and the hugh
of god himself
though you don't actually believe in that stuff.
But you do believe in the sky
and her rolling white hills of clouds
and the careless pretty birds flying through
dreams and hopes,
hoping one catches yours
and carries it back.

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